How are you today? I’m fine, thanks. What did you do this morning? Oh, sounds pretty mundane…I, on the other hand, went ice-skating on a football field of cow shit. You think…

Under ugly, menacing gray skies, I departed from Tulsa this morning. For only a brief amount of time, I drove along I-44W. Then I exited onto the John Kilpatrick Turnpike (I wondered…

Tulsa, Oklahoma: Where cows run scared and women resemble the cows in the looks department. I’m not sure why I chose to cease driving early today instead of continuing straight through to…

Good evening from Independence, Missouri, roughly 17 miles outside of Kansas City. Holy cow is it hot here. My in-car thermostat hit 98 degrees this afternoon. While I was waiting for my…

I’m home, now. The hardest part of reacquainting myself will be turning off the slacker drawl and acting like a fast-paced East Coast asshole again. Not for long, thankfully. Also, some malodorous…

“I was up this morning blues walking like a man.” Okay, so I wasn’t exactly feeling blue, and not exactly walking–it was more like up this morning sleepily driving Ilya to work…

Today was another semi-productive day, at least in Californian terms. I was up by 9:30 so I could chauffeur Ilya to work. Morning traffic was light, so upon dropping him off in…

As promised yesterday, here are my panorama images of Los Angeles from the top of a peak in Griffith Park. Thanks to Ken Walz for his post-production help. small version large version…

Woke up, felt slightly chirpy, until I realized that I’m [redacted], tormented ’80s-child and alterna-rock superstar. This was at about 11am, after a grueling and long night of watching hipster freaks dance…

Hi. It’s Evan, writing to you from three hours in the past (ooOOOoooh!). Los Angeles is nice, it’s kind of like one of the smaller, quieter suburbs in New Jersey. I even…